haiku

 Low  Tide  or  High Tide

 After   a  day’s  toil   and    sweat

 Family   thrills   for a   sea   resort:

 Imprints  of footsteps of tender

Kids, the  drawing  mode of  hands,

 Supple  on  the  sands , life’s jigsaw puzzle,

Tall  flats  - benefactor  to  the  residents

For  the free, cool  breeze through  the

frilled  windows:  a   sanguine   therapy.

We  all  enjoy  the   Blue,  gyrating  waves,

Whether   Low or   High  Tide, sing  along

And   sway with  the swaying moods.

Seas  don’t  sleep .

 Pebbles,  seagulls   and  stork  -  a 

Delectable  feast -  pabulum  for  the  yearning  spirit.

Memories    and  dreams   and  forgotten 

Tales catch us  up –timely rejoinder.

 Lonely  harbour   and   frightful  shore

In the  dead  of night,  dreadful   monsters

A   retribution .

We  all  return  with  the  questioning  

Strange  silence – isn’t  it  one  of  the

Wonders of  the   Creation?